darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-11-02 14:08:00 |
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Original poster: helens78
Title: Forgotten / Forgotten: Roles Reversed
Authors: Trudy West
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Warnings: Multiple references to past rape in both stories.
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: truwest
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/arc
http://www.masterapprentice.org/arc
Reasons for recommending: I'm a sucker for mindwiped stories, prostitution stories, and sex slave stories, and these are all three. What a bargain! I also have a definite fondness for stories told in first-person POV that are done well (holding to the characterizations I expect, giving us narrators that have definite flaws without resorting to the characters agonizing over those flaws), and I love the way Trudy gives us the very limited perspective of mindwiped slaves who are trying to survive/escape/figure out their pasts. It probably also goes without saying that the sex is scorching. ;)
Quote from story:
From Forgotten:
Next to the guard stood a young man with an intent expression. Human, medium build and height, nondescript clothing. Hair a light color, straight to his shoulders, framing a face that many would consider handsome. The intelligence in his eyes was unnerving. Intelligence in owners is not always a desirable trait.
"Step forward into the light, please," the young man said.
How polite. Pretentious young ass.
I thought of the collar and moved forward one stride, two.
The young man looked me up and down. His face was blank, but I sensed a hunger behind it. "Yes," he said. "Yes, this one may do. What can you tell me about him?"
The tall man hadn't turned away, so he hadn't heard anything from Grieg that put him off me too much yet. Grieg wound up for the clincher. "In short, he's a unique property. He's strong, healthy, smart, fighting trained. If you want him for breeding, he's intact, fertile and of course beautiful. He's bedtrained enough to be used, but still tight and fresh. I checked that myself. You can try him out if you like, free of charge. High-strung and a handful, but the best thoroughbreds always are. A real collector's item for a buyer who's looking for challenging but rewarding project."
The buyer's mouth was tight, and he was frowning. His knuckles were white against the bar. I wondered what had come to his mind to upset him. Perhaps he didn't like such a direct sales pitch.
I had made my decision. This tall man was the best choice for an owner that I'd seen so far, either here in the pens or back at the brothel. This was my chance, I knew it, I could sense it. I came close to him, separated only by the bars, and reached up to touch his hand. "Please, sir, take me. I want to go with you," I said.